THE PILGRIMAGE TO PEACE
My soul craves for travel
a long pilgrimage for peace
far far beyond the borders;
into the lap of hills,
into the womb of forests,
he plunges himself
into the train of winds, hops over caravans of clouds.
to quench his thirst
for silence glimmering over the yonder horizon.
and to escape from the grotesque colonies of naked trees that haunt his dreams forever.
he dreams for a journey into a dream where the whole world of living beings fly on wings scattering sweet syllables in the air;
where even a leaf before it falls to the ground plays around sailing in a boat of song.
where the sun comes into the drawing room of the sky, as hills wake up, woods wake up,
to wander about like a dreamy nomad.
where rows and rows of tall trees take out long processions of silences; where the marriage of earth and sky is solemnized in the cathedral of blue hills; where a nameless bird merely sitting in the branch turns the surroundings into a tune, where red-gum and sandalwood trees bath in puddles of evening, and arrive with drops of red flowers hanging from tips of leaves,
where the moon like a child crawls over the roof of the house and tempts you to clasp him with your hands-
To the valleys of that dream my soul long to go beyond the reach of those haunting naked trees; this is the pilgrimage to peace- –
– Seshendra Sharma, INDIA
Distinguished leaders, raptors;
That you put your arms ignoble
In the hands of children; ignoble farce;
Do you think they understand your souls?
Do you think a small Human Being
Like to kill women and men?
You instill it a brazen hatred
To which he understands nothing! Poor guy! Continue reading “Francoise Marie Bernad”
THE HORROR OF CHILD LABOUR
I stared at the burden,
That the callous hands of this poor littlun gripped
And scolded nature for his birth.
Though a mile from him I was,
Yet his hair like bones I could count without a miss
Truly, this poor little could walk through the eye of a needle without a push or pull
For a monster hunger has shrinked him to the size of a thread
His salty sweat, he drank to curb his thirst.
He would have been naked like Adam before the sip of the forbidden juice,
If not for the aid of that little shorts filled with a million patches
Painfully his total height I believe, stood below the knees of even the most shortest midget
It seems it matched the thumb of a one week old infant
He has been denied the ration of literacy to be a chauffeur of an old rusty cart
like many of the forsaken littluns on our streets
A future Kwame Nkrumah or Aristole sold to labour for little pesewas
Ooh my dear countrymen!
Will the horrors of child labour ever live our sight?
When will every child enjoy the joys of childhood?
Ready i’m like the revolutionist at Jones farm to tidy the mess of child labour
And if ready you are
Just lie a mountainous igneous on my David sling to ruin the Goliath of child labour!
I Have Found Love
Oh love,now I feel you!
Lambon Salifu muhammeed
After the dozen years you lay me breathless in that psychiatric infirmary
Where i thought of her always
And made love to her in dreams.
Love,for the many years I saw you not,i thought you lived no more
Untill this day you brought to me my lost rib who cured my love casualties.
Truly,in her I saw you!
Yes,in her I saw you!
HIROSHIMA – NAGASAKI
The winged monsters of Revelation
went out from their burrows
loaded with 10 Pharaoh’s plagues.
They flew high in the sky
and they disappeared in the horizon.
Somewhere in the land of sun
nothing betrayed coming storm.
The unexpected gifts came from the sky.
The monsters With wild joy
empty the death’s cargo.
The sirens sounded desperately
for the unexpected disaster coming
but it was too late. Continue reading “George Giakouminakis (Greece)”
A DREAM OF PEACE
A clever card
replete with flags and guns and mothers
invited everyone to the war
Ernie sent his best regrets
he’d put on a few pounds
since his uniform last left the closet
and the buttons kept popping off
like acorns before a hard frost Continue reading “Arthur Heifetz U.S.A”
WAR the end??
In war there is no winner
For it can’t be
Calling all the troops
There a mad man on the loose
And they will all follow blindly
Hold on tightly
We only choose what we want to see
Our leaders in power Continue reading “Jackie Porter USA”
The Power of Peace?
By : Gene Steenhoek, Minneasota, U.S.A
What do I believe in?
What do you believe in?
A community of people, buildings, rivers,
roads, critters, flora coexisting comfortably.
Another people and buildings gassed with a chemical concoction both banned and hoarded for possible “need”.
How do we keep Seran out of our comfortable community?
What can we do to comfort the contorting lungs, organs and bodies of that unlucky community?
So Our Leader lets our Peoples’ Representatives
debate and approve.
The Piece of Power?
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I wonder as to why this happens to me all the time
Every time I step out from home, why am I shadowed at prime?
At first, I assumed that it was his love for me
But then felt that his possessiveness was gigantic like a sea
Then, I presumed that he cares a lot for me
But then felt that too much of caring irritates any
Not able to control my anger, one day, I asked him
“Dad, why do you stalk me where ever I go? I am 6 years old and I can take my care”
He said “My only fear is that you are a girl, kid”
His reply was weird and I couldn’t understand
I just shrugged and went to play
While he sat staring at me from far away Continue reading “V.V.Chaitanya (A P) India”
I know neither first name nor surname
Han-Yi Baek. President (Measum:218GukhoiDaeroYangcheon-Gu)
On the tip of a whippy branch like a bush door
The heaven and earth provides a grand sight with white rose perfume
Above the unseasonable dazzling heavy snow fall
a tainted conscience is rolling in the morning sunlight
Ah, in the new radiant spring morning an early apricot flowers in the cold wind
Busy walking of bearing fruit brings a dazzling variety of beautiful flowers
Standing all together like human sea tactics
Ah, in a brilliant new flowers’ morning
A wife and childrens’ lips cover with red flowers
Confess with whole body and heart
Stopping an yacht in a solitary island of the Baltic Sea
Smoothing down the pulses of resplendent new germs
In the breathless wave the endless haze dance
Young and young unforgettable serenade of recollection
Falling in love in the dreamy flower bed
Ah! in the glittering and fresh green morning!
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